5 March 2013
I sit inside the graveyard, Ankles crossed by flowers, Letters littered at my feet, I've sat this way for hours.
Words will come aplenty, However, none seem right, I sit and stare at marked, grey stone, Ignore the fading light.
You said you'd never leave me, I knew it wouldn't last, And I look back with fondness, Upon our happy past.
Your smiles were more than my own, Your laughter was a song, And I could listen to your rasp, Your speaking all day long.
When you left it crushed me, But sitting here, I smile, This cemetery has its love, And you're worth the extra mile.
Missing You. • Opuss № I